The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Not pulling away from me like I was something to run from. My eyes were wet. And mean. Both at once. Summer and I had been through so much to end because of this. Because of him. “Hate me? You do, don’t you? I can see it.” “Come on, Summer.” She leaned closer. I could feel her trying to fix it—to fix me. I’d always loved it when she did that. “You hate me because I won’t let you save me. Jake Dylan, the hero: Summer Peterson, the helpless damsel in distress who won’t let the hero play hero.”

It was Summer lying down on the floor with red liquid flowing on his neck! "Oh ... No!" Stella cried out with shock. There was a long message for this one. 'Mommy. Please help Summer. Come to rescue your baby, mommy. Next time, it will be Summer's dead body. The really dead body, mommy. Come back to Summer in two days. Otherwise, Summer will become a rotten wrecked dog. Come soon, mommy. Summer is missing you! Stella read the text over and over again. Her eyes were burning hot with anger. The picture of Summer lying in blood like!

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

Timmy said. "Are you done here? If you are, then leave," I calmly said. Jessica's face became pale, then flushed red. "You can't get back at me like this just because I turned you down! Business is business, and you can't force love! I'm never going to throw myself at you just to get some investment funding! I hope you can tell the difference and just sign!" "Nice speech! Really nice!" I said as I clapped slowly. I honestly did not know just how shameless Jessica could be.

She should not have given in when Charlotte pestered her. She sighed. Having no choice, she first put Charlotte on Mark’s back, and then she followed by climbing onto his back. Charlotte wiped her tears and broke out in a smile. “Pesky little girl!” Summer gently poked a finger at Charlotte’s forehead. “If I were a pesky little girl, then Mommy would be a pesky woman. Mommy, it is your turn to make a song request.” Summer pretended no more since she had climbed up onto his back. She just wanted to end this as soon as possible. “I’m a Little Teapot…”

She brought out the journal again and made me read passages aloud while she edged me with her hand with slow, perfect strokes that brought me right to the brink, then stopped cold. “Please, Mom… Fuck! I…I need to cum,” I begged the third time, my hips bucking desperately. She squeezed the base of my cock, denying the orgasm. “Wrong name. And wrong attitude. Try again.” Tears stung my eyes. The grief for Dad was still there, but it was getting tangled with this overwhelming need for her. “Please… Mommy. I need to cum.” “Not yet.” Her smile was both loving and cruel. “Tell me what you remember about the summer you turned eighteen.”

“Well. It's a long story that I’ll tell you all about in the next couple of days, but… Mitch and I stumbled onto something at the house earlier today and found out that my Grandad Bill left me… well. An absolutely stupid amount of money.” Jessie’s brows shot up and she shook her head even as Mitch gave her a single nod. “Aiden! I don’t care how much money you got, I can’t let you do this. It would be way too much.” Jacob just gaped and nodded in agreement with Jessie, seemingly at a loss for words. “Nope. Not doing this,” Aiden shot back with a smile. “You’re my sister-bestie. This is happening, end of story. You guys pick a date and I will work the magic.”

I turned around to see who was the one looking at me, only to make eye contact with Adrian. His eyes reddened all of a sudden. At the same time, he muttered, "Ophelia…" I was shell-shocked for a few seconds. Then, I felt my eyes starting to burn up. It wasn't until the soft "Ophelia" was uttered again that I believed Adrian could see me. This made my nose tingle. I wanted to run over to Adrian, but my soul was dragged further away from him. I sat in the car. The atmosphere in the car was tense, yet my hands kept trembling out of excitement.

"Yours is on the twenty-fifth of February. You have three sisters, Rosa bell, Anne, and Marie and an enormous more distant family relatives. You hate spinach and are afraid to honey bees, you like… " "Enough!" He cut a fretful hand through the air before his face, stopping her suddenly. "This is verging on being stalkerish and it demonstrates nothing other than you have a frightening amount of data about me, which I can't help but confess, I'm quite awkward with." "Barely stalkerish." she shook her head.

Rosanna never expected Summer to suddenly change into a different person. Just moments ago, Summer only seemed like a sharp-tongued girl. Yet, the next moment, Rosanna felt like she saw a shadow of Mason behind her. "That's all I have to say. If you like this dress, Mrs. Hunt, you can have it. Phoebe, let's go shop somewhere else," Summer said. The moment Summer took a step back, she turned back into that lively, innocent girl from before. As she brushed past Janice, she even said, "Good luck with your SATs."